Trafford’s Trading Club

No woman can resist the beauty of jewellery - whether you have the ability to buy it or not, you can only look forward to it.

Even women who do not love wealth do not stink at the sight they admire.

He was a jewellery auctioneer when Zhong Yue went to school, mostly because of his contact with and knowledge of the nobility of the upper class, and partly because of his love for jewellery that condensed his aspirations.

So when Mrs. Eve took off her ‘forest light' and said she could lend it to the moon to try it on, the noble lady at the top of the world didn't say no.

First she really likes it, and second she won't make it unpleasant for herself and Mrs. Eve. She is also a person in the business arena, this Mrs. Eve is a bit mysterious, but she has a true aristocratic temperament all the time, who knows there will be no more intersections?

Networking is what you accumulate by accident. In this dependent society, connectivity is the greatest asset. The more people come out of the big family, the more they understand this.

Elegant, fragrant room, in front of a full body mirror, Mrs. Eve is bringing ‘Forest Light’ to the moon.

The sparkling gems shine in the light, emitting a glow that only true precious stones possess. As a former jewellery auctioneer, the Bell Moon is able to make a preliminary estimate of the value of this' forest light '.

On the mirror, Mrs. Eve stood right behind the moon and put on the 'Forest Light’ for her. Mrs. Eve came up close and pressed her hands gently on the arm of the moon. "Look at you, it really suits her. ”

“That's a compliment.” The moon went down with a smile.

Mrs. Eve reached out and touched the moon's cheek, which made the moon feel a little uncomfortable... but she didn't do much.

“Young, confident, beautiful.” Mrs. Eve closed her eyes at this time, like a sympathizer, sniffing the position of the bell behind the moon's ears, "Miss Chung, your fragrance is something I can barely experience. ”

The tip of her nose can even occasionally touch the back neck of the moon, giving the moon a feeling that the Eve lady doesn't know when to kiss down.

“Mrs. Eve?” The moon frowned and she eventually let her physiological maladaptation outweigh her psychological calmness, turning her back and breaking free from Mrs. Eve's touch.

Lady Eve quickly closed herself, holding her hands in front of her stomach, smiling and graceful, facing a slightly different look at the moon, gently said: “Is something wrong, Miss Chung? ”

Unexpectedly, at the moment of the moon's fall, the eyes did widen a little and even say a little bit of panic. She looked at Lady Eve and suddenly took a step back, making a shocking uncertainty in her mouth, “You...”

“Me?” Mrs. Eve smiled again, but seemed to feel something wrong with herself.

She turned away slightly and glanced into the mirror next to her. Full body mirror, Mrs. Eve's posture, all kinds of flair, but only something between her lips ruined this normal aesthetic.

“Accidentally exposed.” Mrs. Eve stretched her hand over her lips and made a slight laugh.

Between the lips, the fangs appear.

“You... what are you?” The moon forced itself to calm down and probe: “Or was it just a prank? Mrs. Eve? ”

She doesn't really believe that kind of thing exists in the world. But since she had used some means to get a mysterious black card back from her second brother, she felt she seemed to be exposed to some irregularities.

Especially when she couldn't know the material of the black card because it had been studied for a long time. Finally, she paid a private visit to an old man her own grandfather's age, and was also the elder of another family whose family did not belong to the Zhong family, after knowing a secret Xin.

But apparently it's not easy for her to believe… she's more convinced that Mrs. Eve is just a disguise at the moment: for example, because of some hobby, and especially because of her vampire teeth.

But obviously, this one today, it's not a costume ball.

“A prank?” Mrs. Eve smiled and waved, "Miss Chung, is this based on fear and self-protection? ”

She walked step-by-step towards the moon, so instinctively she retreated.

At the same time, the fear in the moon's heart grew stronger… because just a few steps away, Mrs. Eve went from being a man's eye to an old woman.

The wrinkles on her face were like dry bark, and the glow had turned almost gray and white, and her body was rapidly losing weight... nothing ugly could describe her as she was at the moment.

Mrs. Eve's laughter was more like the sound of the wind blowing dry fallen leaves on the cement road, hearing a numb scalp, "I really hate the presence of mirrors at this time. ”

Mrs. Eve waved, and the whole mirror suddenly broke apart.

It was too late for the moon to panic because at the moment the mirror broke, Mrs. Eve had suddenly reached out and grabbed it.

Mrs. Eve's dry palms were far superior to those of a full-bodied adult man, and as soon as she grabbed them, she felt her shoulders almost crushed.

But she wasn't really scared to the point of total stupidity... The Zhong generation, two sons and one daughter, had been sent to work in the army since they were young.

Zhong Yue stayed a little shorter than Big Brother and Second Brother, but also learned some real self-preservation powers.

In the face of danger, she calmed down instantly and slapped Mrs. Eve in the neck with her palms... This knife is nothing like the ability of the karate masters to break bricks, but ordinary people are chopped, and it will never be as simple as raw pain.

However, Mrs. Eve was not moved or even moved, and she was just laughing and laughing: “They were rebellious before... No, no, it was a struggle. But like you, it's the first. I would have preferred the younger one I met in the vineyard, but you're doing really well right now, making you my blood servant, and I think it's good. ”

Zhong Yue did not know who the "they” in the Eve population meant, but there was no doubt that the “they” were already the victims of Mrs. Eve's death, even more so!

At this moment in the moon, when you have no time to create more opportunities for yourself to obtain information, you simply want to escape from this great danger. She quickly retrieved the palm of her hand that had struck Mrs. Eve in the neck and hit her in the elbow position of the arm that she grabbed on her shoulder.

It caused Mrs. Eve's arm to bend a little and the shoulders of the moon to loosen up… The opportunity for the moon to fall did not miss, but caused a side kick to kick straight towards Mrs. Eve's head.

Yet the moon's ankle was instantly caught, and Lady Eve laughed and grabbed the moon's ankle and shook it!

The whole moon was lifted up and hit hard against the corner of the wall... she made a grunting sound.

As powerful as a monster... the moon has come to the clear realization that Mrs. Eve is not the enemy that some martial arts can strike.

She rose up slightly in panic while holding her hand against her shoulder… she was grabbed here, fell on the wall and was injured.

Mrs. Eve is walking around in her spare time… more superiority stems from the fact that she is facing a creature much smaller than herself… Oh, no, food is right.

At this point in the moon, she was sweating cold and gasping. She watched Mrs Eve's footsteps and pressed herself... Finally, Mrs Eve was only one arm away from herself.

“Have you given up your resistance?” Mrs. Eve smiled and opened her mouth slightly.

In an instant, the clock set the moon's eyes, and the intact arm stretched out more electrically, while a loud noise erupted at the same time.

Mrs. Eve's eyes widened and her body stiffened at this moment... her eyes rolled up, not white, but intended to take a look at her forehead.

But obviously she can't see.

Mrs. Eve's forehead is in the middle of the position at this time, and Hershey is a small blood hole... and what the clock is holding at this time of the moon is indeed a long lipstick.

Or… it's a murder weapon disguised as lipstick.

Last resort… The clock sets the moon and looks at his‘ lipstick ’. It's made of ceramic, even bullets are made of ceramic, so you can survive the metal detection before the banquet.

But it can only fire one bullet, not as powerful as a real pistol, but enough to kill.

Mrs. Eve's body slowly came down after she was shot in the forehead... but apparently she didn't die!

In the incredible gaze of the moon, Mrs. Eve's wound on her forehead began to creep a little bit, the bullet that was shooting into her brain, at a time when it was slowly being released!

This monster, manpower is invincible!

Once such an idea had arisen, fear had surfaced like a tide, and the moon had suddenly struck a spiritual shock, snatching the door directly before Mrs. Eve had regained her ability to act.

What she does not know, however, is that the greater danger, the greater terror, and the abyss of fear are also behind this door!

As soon as she opened the door, she saw the scene of the many guest tastings, a real ‘monster’ was emerging!

He pressed his hands and feet on the ground and his hair grew... Five officers, no longer human!

It occupies almost half a face of circular mouth, with sharp teeth arranged on top, while the tongue spitting out of the mouth is even more incredibly thick and long!

At this moment, it's just a tentacle-like tongue, wrapped around a woman, raised high... the end of that tongue, another organ that bites!

It's biting on the neck of this entangled woman.

Halfway through the air, the long tongue was like a straw, a strand, and the woman's body was quickly dried up… Around, more were dry bodies with fear and despair on their faces.

But more guests, at this point, are either frightened and frightened to hide beneath that ridiculous table, or curled up at the corner of the wall.

This is a hell of a sight… the clock falls into the ice cellar in the blink of an eye.

“What kind of abyss did I fall into...”

The moon turned frighteningly, but saw Mrs. Eve's body smoke and slowly stood up... she was shocked and still couldn't care less, just trying to escape from the place.

Run before Mrs. Eve has fully recovered, before the monster who is sucking blood, like a giant leech, has noticed her...

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Ten minutes ago.

The tasting session has been going on for some time, and when many guests are discussing how this new batch of wine compares to the past, people have been waiting for a long time to show, and it's really coming.

I don't know what the rumor is... Rumor has it that at this wine party, the winemaker Tushenyi will take out the legendary bottle of 'Forget, forget the river’ to drink with a lucky child.

The same collection of 'Forget’ wines, which once auctioned heavenly prices at an auction, is like a dream wine for many people who love it.

In anticipation, a man came out slowly at this moment, while pushing a huge wheel out.

It was the man in the ballroom a while ago who brought out the magical "Baby Ball" -- the wealthy man who wanted to buy the "Baby Ball" -- and recognized it all at once.

The person pushing the wheel is Takizawa.

It was only after he pushed the wheel in front of everyone's eyes that he smiled and cleared his voice, "Gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, this is going to be an exciting moment. You know what I'm gonna do next? ”

Everyone held their breath and looked at Tatsuo's face with a smile.

Takazawa said, “I'm sure you've all received a crystal ball with the number engraved before you entered the room, right? Now, let me see your crystal balls, okay? ”

The ladies took out the crystal ball and held it up in front of them.

Tatsuzawa turned around very gorgeously in front of the crowd, and then held his hands to the edge of the huge turntable. His eyes flashed with a strange light, and he continued to say, “See this turntable? See the numbers on this carousel? Gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, intelligent men, have you guessed what I'm going to do next? Answer me! ”

“Guess!” And the ladies' more prominent voices.

At this moment, Takezawa suddenly pushed hard, spinning the giant wheel, spinning the wheel fast, like a whirlpool.

Finally, the turntable slowly stopped after everyone waited nervously.

pointer, which eventually stops in the interval representing the number ‘18’. Takizawa opened her hands and shouted, “Tell me where the lucky one is! ”

“It's me! It's me! ”

Hercules was the wealthy man who wanted to buy the "Baby Ball"!

Seeing him lift the crystal ball in his hand, he was so proud that he pushed the crowd away with joy, and walked to the front of Takezawa, "It's me! We meet again! ”

“Yeah, we meet again.” Takizawa smiled slightly, "Mr. Lucky. ”

It suddenly cracked open its mouth, a thick, long tongue, and instantly ejected!